Going back a year or two, my relationship with my wife was coming to an end and I had fallen into the stereotypical trap of ending up in bed with one of the girls that worked for me after the office Christmas party. Her name was Bernice and I have commented on how sexually alive she made me feel in another story that I’ve posted.

So, that first night didn’t go too well given that I was a bit too drunk but the memory of her with her legs wide apart on her sofa, imploring me to fuck her, while I rubbed my cock over her sopping fanny prompted an affair that was soon consummated fully.

A few months prior to the Christmas party, the e-mails that I’d been exchanging, quite innocently (honest), with an ex-girlfriend had started to become a little more suggestive. I remember the one that started this off being along the lines of,

MARTINA: I was listening to Janes Addiction earlier and it reminded me of college, doc martins, baby doll dresses, screaming orgasms and making out with you………x

Well, this instigated an exchange of e-mails that progressively wound up the level of implied sexual invitation from subtle to the completely blatant. Each other, describing in detail what we would do to each other if it wasn’t for the distance between us. I was in Bristol and Martina was in London – not that far but too far to casually drop by without some prior planning. And anyway, I was married and we both knew that this was just a game…………..

Martina is a couple of years younger than me and originates from Germany. I met her through my friends girlfriend when I was about 19. I fancied her so much when I first met her that I was probably a bit of a stammering idiot. She is tall, dark haired with a bit of a goth look which really does it for me. She has the most amazing dark eyes that when fluttered will get just about any man (or woman) to do whatever she commands. And her mouth………oh her mouth just pouts sex! When she first visited the UK for a summer we flirted but nothing came of it. She went back to Germany and sent me a picture with a letter detailing how much she liked oral sex. I spent the next ten months wanking over that photo imagining that hot, sultry mouth wrapped around my cock. The following summer eventually came along and my fantasies were realised. This is a girl that genuinely loves sucking cock! And I loved going down on her. Her pussy made juice that reeked of sex as soon as she became turned on. Not just your usual musky scent but a powerful tang that’s really difficult to get rid of. I remember taking her back to her flat and going down on her before going back to a party. The looks I got from the girls were priceless. It was like they all knew!

I’m getting a little off topic. This is difficult. There are so many hot stories that I could tell you about Martina – when she wanked me off in a hotel jacuzzi with groups of people just a few metres away. Or when she sucked me off with my best mate supposedly asleep on the couch next to us. But the one I’m going to share is a bit more recent.

I mentioned earlier that I had split from my wife and was seeing a girl from work. This was fun but it was difficult not having anyone to talk to about it. I’d talked about Bernice in the e-mails that I’d been sending Martina. She said she understood and that if I ever needed to talk properly she was always there for me. A few weeks passed and I happened to be going up to London to meet up with some old Uni mates and so I e-mailed Martina to see if she might be free. Sure, was the reply and she went on to offer a bed at her place as her flat mate was going to be out for the weekend. I arranged to meet her in a bar on the Friday night.

I realise that I was being naive, but I hadn’t made any assumptions about what might happen. When I turned up and saw her sitting waiting for me in a very short skirt looking super hot it was pretty clear what she had planned. We had a few cocktails and it wasn’t long before I was running my hand up the inside of her thigh. We had a few more drinks and got pretty drunk before making our way back to her flat. My memory of that night is a little fuzzy.